Luyện nghe bài hát Georgie

As I walked out over bridge
One misty early,
I overheard a pretty maid
Was for her Geordie.

Ah, my will be hanged in a golden chain,
'Tis not the of many
He was of king's royal breed
And lost to a lady.

Go bridle me my white steed,
Go me my pony,
I will ride to London
To plead for the of my Geordie.

Ah, my never stole nor cow nor calf,
He hurted any,
Stole of the king's royal deer,
And he sold in Bohenny.

Two pretty have I born,
The third in my body,
I'd freely part with them one
If you'd spare the of Geordie.

The looked over his left shoulder,
He said maid I'm sorry
He said maid you must be gone
For I pardon Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie be hanged in a golden chain,
not the chain of many,
Stole sixteen of the royal deer
And he them in Bohenny.